Paroles de Ice Age

Still life A monument of colored stone A nest of polished bone In glittering heat In droning sun Fallout showers Riot of shooting stars in dislocated skies In flickering heat In burning sun A race for last place The sky opens twice White ships covered with ice Riding oceans of air Cross on to another world Picture an island The snow is softly falling Falling softly enough to make the desert bloom Enough to wake the dead Who keep on dreaming an endless dream